Broadcast Day 5 - Dragon's Housewarming Stream Plan (4)
Art stream's nickname, Choi Kang Mulsso. Real name Daourim. Due to his unusual name, he'd been teased about it as a kid, so he was a bit reluctant to be called by his real name. But to his viewers, he was the streamer known as "Buffalo-hyung," making his living that way. Lately, with his streams slumping, he was seriously contemplating a concept change. That was Daourim's current state.
"Ugh~!"
His main content was gaming. Specifically, FPS genre games. It had all started as a way to kill boredom while playing alone—he'd turned on his stream on a whim. He wasn't amazing at it, but he wasn't bad either. If anything, you had to call him good. Word of mouth from viewers spread his skill, and his stream began to grow.
As his one-way stream—showing only gameplay with zero interaction—gained traction, he naturally dove headfirst into life as a full-time streamer. Days spent manning the counter at his parents' convenience store, nights streaming games till the crack of dawn. Not quite heavenly, but his skill earned him plenty of "impressive" comments. He'd been riding high on unexpectedly solid banter to keep things going, but red flags started flashing recently.
"Viewers keep dropping..."
Two reasons. First: viewers tiring of his repetitive routine and bailing. His stream flow went like this: quick greeting, then about 30 minutes of late-night snacks and chit-chat. Pick an FPS game that caught his eye that day and play it straight through. Wrap up around 2 or 3 a.m. That was his routine ever since he got serious about streaming—and it hadn't changed since day one. Time constraints made it unavoidable, and FPS was his one and only hook. But that sameness earned him "boring every time" gripes, and now viewers were peeling off in droves.
Second reason: his skills slipping. The FPS games he pushed demanded raw physical prowess. Sure, some needed tactics, team synergy, or brainy terrain use—and others leaned hard into that. But most FPS titles craved reaction speed, accuracy, focus. And Daourim was pushing past his twenties into thirties. Age was catching up, dulling his reflexes, and it was starting to show in-game.
"Sigh~!"
A sigh escaped unbidden. What started as casual fun was turning sour as he watched his stream tank. Was he more invested than he'd thought? Seated at the convenience store counter, his mind swirled in complication.
Maybe try other genres?
Unlike his pure-FPS past, he'd dabbled lately in similar stuff like TPS or battle royales. But those bids to reel in viewers flopped hard.
Go totally different then... like RPGs or...?
His head spun, sighs deepening—
> [= Alright, drawing now.]
"Oh."
His smartphone on the counter, streaming a silver-haired beauty's broadcast. The global sensation, boss monster of the EX-rank gate—Grand Ragnar, was it? Long name, easy to forget. Anyway, she was spinning the roulette for alcohol winners again.
"Eh, not me anyway."
He'd won once before among the booze recipients—1-in-10 odds, pure math. Slim chance, but real. This time? 1-in-500. Daourim didn't rate his luck that high, so he ignored the roulette and sank back into his woes.
> [= Choi Kang Mulsso, eh? You're the first winner.]
"Huh?"
If he hadn't actually won, that is.
"Wait, what?"
...Did it really just happen?
Ten winners decided. I clapped and said,
"Congratulations, children."
Reactions so spot-on. Envy, jealousy, pure cheers—I eyed the emotions with Heaven Dragon Eye.
Remembering Hunter Association President Kim Dusik's request...
So...
"Winners, visit the Hunter Association within two days to register, they said."
"Bringing guests... If you can keep them in line, any number's fine."
But that's on them. Sharing a hard-won chance means shouldering the responsibility too.
"If a guest messes up, you bear it alone."
"Transfers are the same."
Hand it to someone trustworthy if you want. But the buck stops with you.
"Can't make it? Tell the Hunter Association or me directly on stream. I'll pick a new one."
By the way...
"New picks will come from viewer applicants."
Chat erupts in flames. Such lively kids.
"Original plan was to summon winners straight to my gate post-draw."
I can open space portals easy. Send booze through to givers, link gates for visitors. Hand drinks via avatar, chat a bit, tour, send back. Simple.
But Association head and managers freaked. Prez nearly fainted, dropped to knees begging. Managers grimaced and shook heads.
...Still baffles me why they panicked so. Wasn't pushing anything wild—just "What do you think?" Their vibes hurt even me.
Stuff like "humans frailer than you think," "can't rush human affairs," "we need prep time." Human excuses piled up, so winners today, invites later.
"Personally wanted this as today's full content, but..."
Not even viewers back me up. The loneliness a dragon feels among humans...?
Sad. I sighed softly.
"Anyway, today's planned content ends here."
Per original plan, I'd have dragged winners in and kept rolling. But delayed, so no more.
"So... show off my gate interior?"
Viewers cheer like it's unthinkable. They hype up.
"That exciting?"
Not my true Golden Domain, just a gate morphed to mimic it with my power. Nothing special inside, yet viewers roll around hyped. Fondly watching, I called nearby Do Hwa.
"Do Hwa, prep time."
"Yes, Mistress."
At my word, she hoisted the massive camera bought straight from human "broadcast stations." Fox spells layered atop.
"My bedroom's scorching—melts steel. Protect with spells to enter."
"Follow me then."
"Yes."
Activated the program, firing up Do Hwa's camera. Chat routes through main body via Echo, Wi-Fi dotted everywhere—no signal issues.
Gestured, parting the broadcast room's adamantium wall. To viewers:
"Let's head out."
First on camera...
Da-dun!
My true body in Giant Mode.
...Prepped knowing they'd love it, but flop? Feels like a bust from the jump.